SalamanderFire

The locks have been opened  Nine years of my time Unfaithful she was And I've been so blind The locks have been opened  To the chains round my neck That weight on my shoulders  I can't wait to shed The locks have been opened  A new life to begin But untangling those knots Will be harder than sin The locks have been opened  I can't run away For within this mess One chain must stay The locks have been opened  The chains pinch and they bite Shrug off the rest  But this one must be held tight The locks have been opened  With her I am done But that one tiny chain Binds me to my son  The locks have

Green and black and brown, are the colours I know of thee, But what does it really mean, to be an ancient tree? Taking from the soil and the sun up in the sky, But what about the fall, when you appear to die? Crooked roots run deep below, and your branches spread so wide, But what about the little birds that live upon your side? Do you notice all the rain, does it leave a mark? But what about the lover’s heart, etched deep into your bark? Children climbing over you, and swings of rope upon a bough, But what about the difference, between a squirrel and a cow? Ants and worms and slugs, kites and balls and gales, But what about the c

Silently came the creature, black fur, blue fur, even glints of silver, Just to see it's features, grey fur, dark fur, is enough to make men shiver, The prey runs on ahead, white fur, gold fur, trying to escape, No place to hide it's head, red fur, orange fur, or it's brightly coloured shape. The hunter and the hunted, in a never ending chase, Always running forward, and never taking breaks, Over the tops of mountains, and distant sandy shores, The prey forever evading, the creature's gnashing jaws. The creature always stalking, black fur, blue fur, even glints of silver, Be it running or a'walking, grey fur, dark fur, it has no time to d

Through darkness and despair, Comes a talent that's so rare, To break the hearts of men, With the pictures from a pen. Some of us fear heights, Others, the dead of night, But yours is a different kind, A fear of your own mind. We know of your struggle within, And we want to help you win, If ever you need to cry, We'll all be by your side. Your strength burns strong in the night, And though the darkness puts up a fight, All hardships can be overcome, And all nightmares can be undone. Your pictures mean the world to us, Evoking emotions from hate to lust, They give us a tiny glimpse of you, And help us to understand ourselves too. So we wa